When Merry came to, he was lying in a tent on a cot. He sat up, moaning and feeling his head, wincing in pain as he found the soft spot where the club had hit him.

"MERRY! MERRY! You're awake!" Pippin came bounding into the tent yelling at the top of his lungs. Merry looked at him with an expression of half pain and half amusement, "Yes, Pip, I am," He paused and cringed, "Though, I am still in A LOT of pain."

Pippin started acting in mock seriousness for a moment, "We thought you may have been in trouble for a while there . . ." He grinned and looked at Merry, "But I knew you'd make it!"

Merry laughed and laughed and lau-"OWWWW!!" He had managed to smack the back of his head on the bedside table.

Pippin looked at him and said, "Ya know, Merr, you probably shouldn't do that, you could injure yourself."

Merry glared at Pippin and stopped suddenly, "Uhh . . . wait . . . . Where's Zoarria?"

"She's here, just with another patient." Merry and Pippin turned to face the person at the tent-flap who had spoken and Pippin ran over in recognition, "Hi, Nólaquen!"

Nólaquen smiled at Pippin and said, "I see that your friend is up. Now, why don't you leave and him get is rest." Pippin waved like a goon and was sent out of the room.

Nólaquen shook his head and chuckled, "Well, well, well, it looks like someone decided it was time to join us," He walked over to the edge of the bed, "I'm Nólaquen and you're Merry."

Merry had a slightly shocked look on his face, like, how did you know my name? Nólaquen laughed, "Pippin can't keep a secret and you of all people should know that."

Merry chuckled under his breath, "Yea, true . . . but . . . now I think that I'm going to go to sleep . . ." He drifted off to sleep.